A Vessel for the New World
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Post by Pelagia Xista on Dec 27, 2016 16:54:21 GMT -7
Pelagia considered this offer of Woodrow's.
Generally, people who sought to have dinner with her were only those who had something they wanted from her, whether politically or (foolishly) something more physical. Pelagia never accepted such invitations unless there was something she could gain of it, and she and Woodrow had already more or less settled their arrangement... But it could be interesting. Sharing a meal with a man she knew had no love for her, and when she especially didn't like him either? Occasions such as these often served as opportunities to gain a deeper measure of someone, to work your way into their thoughts without them realizing you'd done it. Pelagia could gain many things from a dinner with Markus Woodrow all through conversation alone, such as ammunition to use against him whenever she saw fit. Besides, it would also be a chance to directly oversee their contract and ensure that Woodrow didn't try to work any sneaky clauses into the thing.
"Dinner sounds splendid," she answered with a very congenial smile, daring perhaps even to throw a very slight edge of allure into it. She had dressed to impress today, after all, her hair perfectly flounce-worthy and her gown elegant on her frame. "I can't think of a better venue to flesh out the terms of our arrangement. And a chance for an extended bout of time in this dazzling country is something I'd be short-sighted to overlook."
Pelagia hated Submiere. Too salty, too much water, too sandy, too many smelly people in the streets. But heavens all did she know how Woodrow adored his home country.
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The Sinking of the Defiled Grail
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Post by Markus Woodrow on Dec 29, 2016 10:55:48 GMT -7
| | She agreed, and the thought made him nauseous. He had assumed she would reject the idea just as quickly as he would have, should she have offered. But of course, she had said yes. It must have been to torture him. Still, he smiled, accepting the compliment he knew was false with a graceful nod as he made his way to the door.
"I shall reserve us a private room at Saveur... The best restaurant in the city. It serves Sumish food with Nisequois cooking styles, I'm sure you'll just love it," His tone seemed perfectly kind, friendly even, but he was quite certain she would hate it. They didn't do much fish up in the clouds, he was quite certain. Her distaste would offer him enough joy to make the night worthwhile... The reservation had been made with Tehodis in mind, and if he wasn't going to romance the future mother of his children, the least he could do was torture someone he hated. "How does seven sound?" | | |
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A Vessel for the New World
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Post by Pelagia Xista on Jan 2, 2017 16:26:01 GMT -7
Oh joy. Sumish food with a Nisequois flair. Pelagia could only imagine what kind of horrid culinary abortions she was in for this evening. She had to remind herself that it was worth it; the opportunity to get under Woodrow's skin, to learn more about him, and to keep him from working any hidden agendas into their contract, was all too much to pass up.
She could pretend to enjoy his company and his horrid food for one evening.
(Absently, she wondered how much longer she was going to have to keep up these niceties with people she hated before she finally had what she was after.)
"Seven sounds lovely, Markus," she said, her tone especially pleased. "I'll look forward to seeing you then."
Woodrow opened the door and the two stepped out into the hall, both of their private guards standing quietly on opposite sides, staring at each other in an almost challenging fashion. Pelagia waved her hand at her own detail, and they broke their gazes with Woodrow's guards to follow after her as she passed. Pelagia didn't bother looking behind her at Woodrow or his guards whom remained at attention; she knew that she would likely find an expression of hatred on the other man's face which would instantly morph into a pleasant smile the second she turned to look.
They had bid their farewells, for now. The real event would be this evening. Pelagia smirked to herself at the challenge.
To Be Continued...
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